[If only Tifa knew about the nickname. She'd understand exactly where it came from.
She accepts the can from gratefully. It's chicken soup, the type that looks amazing on the label and tastes completely disappointing, but beggars can't be choosers. After a bite or two, she offers it back to him.]
What kept you out so late?
[He made it in before the doors locked by the skin of his teeth.]
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She accepts the can from gratefully. It's chicken soup, the type that looks amazing on the label and tastes completely disappointing, but beggars can't be choosers. After a bite or two, she offers it back to him.]
What kept you out so late?
[He made it in before the doors locked by the skin of his teeth.]